Soon, Lana returned accompanied by a beautiful woman.

Knock, knock, knock.

The sound of knocks resounded, then the door swung open. Two women walked into the room. James immediately stood up and turned to the two women.

His gaze was drawn to the woman standing behind Lana.

James felt as if his heart had stopped beating upon catching glimpse of her.

‘It’s her! It’s really, Thea!’

James was ecstatic.

Immediately afterward, his heart began to race. Suddenly, his emotions overwhelmed him. He walked over and called out. “Thea.”

Before he could get close to Thea, he was knocked away by a mysterious force. His body slammed on the ground, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

Thea wore a blue dress. She was tall and slender. Her gorgeous face, however, was cold. She looked at James, who was coughing up blood on the ground.

“Who’s he?”

Thea asked coldly, evidently repulsed by James’ impulsive behavior.

Lana immediately replied. “He’s a disciple of the Ancestral Needle Master. His nam